My friend Bea has a way with words
I'll give you a f'rinstance. When I gave her her new laptop, the ultraslim ultramodern ultra-ultra-everything one Oracle put together for her, Bea hit a note only dogs can hear and called me "Santa." Then there was a lot of Portuguese, and I only know enough to order my favorite drink and understand when someone's saying, "Kill her!"
That's "Batida, por favor!" and "Mate-a!" Don't mix 'em up.
Then she found out I'd planted a bug on Cris, and the first thing she asked was "Where?" I don't think she believed me. Or maybe she hoped I didn't mean the hair on his head.
Things got interesting once I told her Cris was headed back to Vegas, and not on a plane. Oracle tells me what Bea said was "Você tá zoando! That monga! Que se foda essa merda! Tô caindo fora!" Babs refused to translate it because Mary was in earshot and she's at that age where she repeats everything, but I know a call to ass-kicking when I hear it.
Naturally I offered to help. Uh, if you can translate "You're not going there without backup" as "offer." But hey, what are friends for? I'm pretty sure "going to Vegas and finding the people who want to kill you" is covered in the gal pal code, and if it isn't, it should be. So here I am in Sin City, looking for a guy who looks great in leather pants. Too bad his morals aren't as fine as his ass.
That's "Batida, por favor!" and "Mate-a!" Don't mix 'em up.
Then she found out I'd planted a bug on Cris, and the first thing she asked was "Where?" I don't think she believed me. Or maybe she hoped I didn't mean the hair on his head.
Things got interesting once I told her Cris was headed back to Vegas, and not on a plane. Oracle tells me what Bea said was "Você tá zoando! That monga! Que se foda essa merda! Tô caindo fora!" Babs refused to translate it because Mary was in earshot and she's at that age where she repeats everything, but I know a call to ass-kicking when I hear it.
Naturally I offered to help. Uh, if you can translate "You're not going there without backup" as "offer." But hey, what are friends for? I'm pretty sure "going to Vegas and finding the people who want to kill you" is covered in the gal pal code, and if it isn't, it should be. So here I am in Sin City, looking for a guy who looks great in leather pants. Too bad his morals aren't as fine as his ass.